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Jack shrugged. "Suit yourself." He shut the door, then opened it again on afterthought. "And keep thenoise down. We're having an important discussion out here." The door closed again and bolted shut.Not-Tim stared at the closed door."I hate this place," he said."May I sit here?"Eddie looked up. He nodded, and Perry sat down on the other half of the open broom cupboard.For a while they said nothing. Then:"It's not his fault, you know," Perry said.Eddie just stared at the carpet in silent mutiny."Two hours," Perry continued. "Probably less. That's all the part he had to play in your life. Everythingelse – it's all you."Eddie said nothing.**"You, your life – it was all there before the script was even written. You remember your childhood, don'tyou? And history: World War I, World War II... They weren't Mr. Reeves' fault either. Bad things justhappen sometimes. It's part of life."Eddie swallowed. "But what if the script had been different?" he asked in an unsteady whisper.Perry looked at him. "Then you wouldn't be you," he said. "And it would be someone else talking to menow."They sat in silence for a while longer, then Perry patted Eddie on the back and returned to the commonroom.Kenselton Hotel did not strip residents of their weapons.They thought it would be more fun that way.Alex returned his book to the shelf. He had problems concentrating on anything much, seeing as howJack Traven and company were busy having highly audible discussions that involved the possiblemurder of their creator.****He sat against the bookshelf thinking about life, the universe, and everything, when a glint of dark glassnear the ceiling caught his eye. Alex temporarily froze, looking at it; then he got up and walked over toTraven and co."Hey," he said to catch their attention, then pointed at the small, convex lens on the ceiling. "Cameras.We're being watched."They looked at the cameras.The cameras looked back at them.Jack took out his gun.The sound of gunshots and shattering glass rudely jolted Kevin out of his nap with a yell.**In the locked room, not-Tim heard the gunshots and the yelling. His heart sank. They were killing eachother in there and he couldn't do anything to stop them.